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Time goes byAnd the snow is driftingSlowly in the skyCold, cold nightAs you lie beside meStars and midnight blueStars and midnight blue- Enya [link]

A stag spirit.

In the winter of 1874, two hunters spotted a bull elk deep in the northwestern forest. He was magnificent. His antlers arched above his head in beautiful bone spires. His thick neck and broad chest powerful. The two men pursued him for days, tracking him day and night... They chased him so far, that they came to the cliffs of the pacific ocean. The stag was trapped. He tore the ground with his hooves, tossing his head. The men were giddy with excitement, their numb fingers cocking back rifles. They braced for the kick, taking aim... But suddenly, without a sound, he leapt. Plunging into the foaming sea. The two men shouted, and scrambled to the edge, standing in shock, peering down at the rocks below for any sign of the elk. But all they saw were massive boulders and crashing waves... He was gone. And some say, at night on a blue moon, you can hear him bugle, his cries echoing along the cliffs. Or you might see him wading through the shallows. A large white stag, glowing in the moonlight. ♥- (Story by me.)